The music of life.


You're beautiful like I’m beautiful.

People on this earth resemble notes in a musical.

So, if we're making kids then we're making noise.

This world is many things to me… Mostly beautiful and tragic.

Money is a lot of things to A LOT of people, to me... It's silence.

So I might never be a millionaire... But I will be a father.

My kids will grow into their voice and I will teach them how to talk.

I can show them how ugly this world is, and then teach them how to find beauty within it.

I make music for a living and in turn life makes music of me.

One day I hope to find a woman that hopes to find me, and I hope that together we make music.

And I hope that; that music... makes children, because... Those children WILL MAKE NOISE.

And I know that right now I'm just a solo artist... But I also know that... I will be an orchestra...

Because... I make music for a living.

And life makes music of me.

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